Waking with a squint
the kitchen chandelier glowing
in silence and looking at me.
I scrub my stubbed face
bare hands clearing cobwebs
my sofa-bed breathing sigh of relief.
I reach for pull-strings of latticed blinds
free LED lamps by the touch of a switch
let nature's candescent glow wash my face.
There is falling snow from light-grey skies
flurries soft as dancing cotton balls in the wind
snow-flakes catch the eyes to see a winter day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem